shieldmaidened

Loved

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“Are you still hurting, my dear?” Loki whispered gently against Sif’s ebony hair, his right hand gently stroking hers while his left arm draped protectively aroundSif’s shoulders.

“I’m still a bit sore, I must admit. But I’m sure I’ll recover quick enough.” She smiled up at Loki, secretly admiring the way the soft amber candlelight and dark shadows fell on his handsome angled face.

“And at least I can revel on the fact that I’m no longer in unimaginable, excruciating pain as I was half an hour ago.” Sif teased, rolling her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips.

But the shieldmaiden’s smile faded when she saw the guilt and worry on Loki’s face. To an untrained eye, to a stranger, Loki’s emotions may have gone undetected. The prince would have appeared as calm and collected as always, but to Sif, to the woman who has spent a millennium studying, observing, deciphering the that man she loves, it is impossible for her not to read Loki’s mind.

“Loki, don’t even-“

“I was scared, Sif. You and I fought side by side in battles for centuries. I have seen you bleed. I have seen you beaten. I have seen your bones break. But never have I seen you in such pain as I did this night. I thought I was going to-“

“But you didn’t, Loki.” Sif interrupted. “Nothing happened. Everything’s alright. Everyone is safe. And healthy. And happy.”

As if on cue, Eir entered the chambers and, with a bundle of soft white cloth cradled in her arms, walked carefully towards Sif’s bed.

“Oh my little star!” Sif sighed happily, stretching her arms towards Eir.

“I’ve finally gotten the little prince clean. Just twenty minutes old, but he’s already as stubborn and restless as his parents. Why he won’t stop squirming! It took three of us to keep him still!”

At that Loki released a proud huff, obviously proud of his son’s potential for mischief-making.

“Oh but he is beautiful, Your Highnesses.” Eir admired as she eased little Ullr into his mother’s arms.

The babe, his fat arms and legs wiggling, looked up at Sif with eyes as blue and intelligent as his father’s. Sif tenderly traced her son’s face - Ullr inherited Loki’s nose and he had her lips and ears. As she tufted Ullr’s soft black hair, Sif could not help but think that he is indeed the most wondorous being she has ever laid eyes on.

“He is perfect, Sif.” Loki uttered in wonder, already besotted with his newborn son.

“Well of course he is! I am his mother, am I not?”

“He will make a fine and powerful sorcerer.”

“Or a strong, courageous warrior.”

“Or a strong, courageous warrior who, thanks to his father’s impeccable genes, is also a fine and powerful sorcerer.”

“We can deliberate what our son’s going to be, dear husband, but I know one thing about Ullr that is for certain.”

“And what is that, dear wife?”

“Loved.”

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It was an evil doom that set her in his path. For she is a fair maiden, fairest lady of a house of queens. And yet I know not how I should speak of her. When I first looked on her and perceived her unhappiness, it seemed to me that I saw a white flower standing straight and proud, shapely as a lily and yet knew that it was hard, as if wrought by elf-wrights out of steel.

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Warrior Culture : Viking

Subculture : Viking Women

While spoken of often in myth and legend historical accounts of Shield Maidens are fewer and more controversial. That said considering the Vikings rather progressive views on eqality, their existence is assured. More recent examinations done on Viking burial sites suggests that Warrior Women may have been even more critical to that culture then ever before imagined. Beyond extensive roles in combat, Viking women were also involved in the leadership of society. Viking women also hold great status within the culture as wise women and witches. Norse women were also able to both own property, and instigate a divorce.

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"Yet I will wed with the White Lady of Rohan, if it be her will. And if she will, then let us cross the River and in happier days let us dwell in fair Ithilien and there make a garden. All things will grow with joy there, if the White Lady comes."